Blackmailed For Love

He didn't knock as he entered the small file room.He stood there and looked around, if he was impressed by the work I'd had done in just two days he didn't say it.

Instead when his eyes came back to me they were as cold and hard as an ice block.

Once upon a time they used to look at me like I was his whole world.

"Get up.We are leaving."

I blinked up at him, not understanding where he was taking me.

His eyes narrowed on me and he said, "You are not doing a good job of following my orders."

Not giving into the urge to roll my eyes, I stood up and grabbed my small purse.

Pressing my hand down to smooth out my skirt, I rounded the desk and I asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"Your home.I decided I'll drop my whore back at her place at the end of the day."

His words made me wince and he saw it as a moment later he grabbed my wrist to pull me in front of him.

His hard eyes caressed my face and he said, "I won't let you forget it.The way I couldn't forget.I'll keep reminding you and myself who you truly are."

I bit down the inside of my cheek and stared back at him.I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing how his words were scratching at my bruised heart.

He gripped my face and dug his fingers into my cheeks as he demanded, "Say it."

One thing about Kristian was, he always lashed out and did everything he could to not be the only one feeling the pain.

When someone hurts him he hurts them back tenfold.

And he didn't know how to stop until his enemy was beaten down and destroyed.

I had seen it with my own eyes.I knew it deep in my bones how far he could go.

So there was no trying to fight it.

Also, I just didn't want to fight him.

He had his demons and I used to be his comforting place despite our age difference but then I turned on him, became the one who broke his trust, and became another person in his list of demons.

"I am a whore." I said, giving him what he wanted.

Or maybe I was just a glutton for punishment His lips twisted.

"Whose?"

"Yours."

Only his.

Ever his.

"That's right.Don't you ever forget that."

He walked out of the room and made me follow him.

Unlike him my steps were hesitant as I followed him, I didn't want him to drop me home.

the form i had filled out, I had lied about

my status as a

life but now he wanted to drop me home: Please, God, make him have a flat tire: And he totally deserves

Nope.

Not on my side.

Like he ever is.

god, why?  His car didn't have

didn't have anything that would make it any less than

curved up as a memory from the

his Ferrari GT and he had taken me on

we had spent the evening later in

his black Porsche, unlocking it on the way and without waiting for me or even without looking in my direction

I heard

get irritated and start to throw

down, I

don't have to drive me.I can go.I'll

He didn't say anything.

would hold a

knew

wrong address I had written on the form after looking it up on

my lips and tried again, "You

a few things

his gaze turned to me and

you want to

up on my forehead in

up on his offer, I didn't have enough money to let him

I sighed.

will buy

just have to suck it

wait for him to leave then I'll make my way to

will probably cost me to take a different and longer route back to my actual place but I think I could manage this

for the usual butterscotch pastry

that I would be late

a slow stop at the sky high,

turned to him and said,

made me nervous and then, he said, "Let me walk

why he was becoming

both knew he hated

put a smile on my face as

eyes and cursed my fate as he

he hated me so much

and I didn't wait as I opened the door and

came to stand on my side, I blurted out,

He arched a brow.

my lips and looked for a reason why he couldn't come inside except that he would know that I didn't

wouldn't

between us and he didn't say

what felt like hours he stood back against his car, crossed his legs at the ankles and

as I saw the picture he

like

a suit that was a combination of blood red